Where's Max?

It snowed, and snowed, and snowed at the cabin. No one seemed to care, since it was beautiful! As we packed up to leave, we locked the door to the cabin, and the family started walking down the road to where our car was parked. Steve asked "where is Max?" No one knew. So we went back to the cabin and unlocked the door. There he was--inside, just waiting to be rescued.

I think that must have been Max's worst nightmare!